Hometown Brandon - Fall 2015
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Don’t Blink-It GoesByFast<br />
Mary Ann Kirby<br />
<strong>Fall</strong> is here. School is back in session and I<br />
already miss the lazy summertime days with<br />
my family; particularly my ever-growing<br />
12-year-old. Time is going so fast.<br />
As adults, we’ve always known that “time<br />
flies” – but just a couple of weeks ago, my own<br />
child commented on how fast the weekends<br />
seem to go by. I didn’t know kids had much<br />
concept of time beyond, “how much longer is it”<br />
and “are we there yet?” Call me crazy, but I’m<br />
pretty sure that time is going by faster than it<br />
used to. And I doubt that the warp-speed<br />
hyper-scheduling we all endure helps much.<br />
The morning that I wrote this, the Kenny<br />
Chesney song Don’t Blink came on the radio<br />
and made me teary. (Note: it doesn’t take much<br />
to get me all blubbery and choked up. They say<br />
having kids does that to a person. I believe it.)<br />
The song refers to a man turning 102 years old.<br />
He’s being interviewed and is asked what he<br />
considers to be the secret of life. He answered,<br />
“Don’t blink. 100 years goes by faster than<br />
you think.”<br />
It got me to thinking (and writing)–am I so<br />
busy running, trying to keep up, that I’m missing<br />
the most important part of it all? Kenny’s<br />
fictitious centenarian says to, “Best start putting<br />
first things first . . . ‘cause when your hourglass<br />
runs out of sand, you can’t flip it over and start<br />
again. Take every breath God gives you for what<br />
it’s worth.”<br />
With that in mind, I’ve made a mid-life<br />
resolution.. I want to do things differently.<br />
I want to notice more–and to appreciate more.<br />
I not only want to step out of my box and go<br />
places I’ve never been, see things I’ve never<br />
seen, eat places I’ve never eaten and do things<br />
I’ve never done–but I want to see the things<br />
around me, differently.<br />
Erma Bombeck is one of my all-time<br />
favorite columnists. Back in 1979, she wrote a<br />
column called, “If I Had My Life to Live Over.” It<br />
reiterates that the time we have should be<br />
appreciated and used wisely. She was 52<br />
when she wrote it–basically, my age. We<br />
should all take it as excellent advice in today’s<br />
high-velocity environment. She says:<br />
“Someone asked me the other day if I had<br />
my life to live over, would I change anything.<br />
My answer was no, but then I thought about it,<br />
and changed my mind.<br />
n If I had my life to live over, I would have<br />
talked less and listened more.<br />
n Instead of wishing away nine months of<br />
pregnancy, and complaining about the shadow<br />
over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of<br />
it and realized that the wonderment growing<br />
inside me was my only chance in life to assist<br />
God in a miracle.<br />
n I would have never insisted the car windows<br />
be rolled up on a summer day because my hair<br />
had just been teased and sprayed.<br />
n I would have invited friends over to dinner<br />
even if the carpet was stained and the sofa<br />
faded.<br />
n I would have eaten popcorn in the ‘good’<br />
living room and worried less about the dirt<br />
when you lit a fire in the fireplace.<br />
n I would have taken the time to listen to my<br />
grandfather ramble about his youth.<br />
n I would have burned the pink candle<br />
sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.<br />
n I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn<br />
with my children and never worried about<br />
grass stains.<br />
n I would have cried and laughed less while<br />
watching TV–and more while watching life.<br />
n I would have shared more of the<br />
responsibility carried by my husband, which<br />
I took for granted.<br />
n I would have<br />
eaten less cottage<br />
cheese and more ice<br />
cream.<br />
n I would have gone<br />
to bed when I was sick<br />
instead of pretending the<br />
Earth would go into a holding<br />
pattern if I weren’t there for a day.<br />
n I would never have bought ANYTHING<br />
just because it was practical/wouldn’t<br />
show soil/guaranteed to last a lifetime.<br />
n When my kids kissed me impetuously,<br />
I would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed<br />
up for dinner.’<br />
n There would have been more ‘I love yous’ ... more<br />
‘I’m sorrys’ ... more “I’m listenings’ ... but mostly, given<br />
another shot at life, I would seize every minute ...<br />
look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ...<br />
exhaust it ... and never give that minute back<br />
until there was nothing left of it.”<br />
Is there any way to say it better?<br />
It’s a great lesson for me about<br />
life–and time–and the<br />
passage of time,<br />
particularly as we<br />
embark upon a new<br />
season. I plan<br />
to begin living<br />
life more<br />
deliberately–<br />
and I’m<br />
starting<br />
today.<br />
Don’t blink.<br />
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